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>Roadburn 2011
>The festival of all festivals – Roadburn – is only a few days away!
Until then, rest your eyes on some mighty fine art and worship the manifesto:
>This place should not be disturbed
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You should stay away from this place, and then you will be safe.
No matter if you are for or against the use of nuclear power, with Japan in mind, this is a very interesting documentary film. The future will be far more turbulent than what we’re experiencing right now.
As of today, I was supposed to be on my way to Tokyo and spend three weeks in what I believe is one of the most interesting countries in the world. Unfortunately, this did not happen.
I’ve been dreaming about visiting Japan for over 20 years. I was supposed to go last year, but ordinary life got in the way. When I finally got my shit together, the shit hit the fan… I will not give up on Japan, though. The sun will rise again, and I’ll be back.
As for now, my heart and energy goes out to the people of this brave country. Hail to Japan!
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Some reflections on the historical pessimism of Yukio Mishima
>The world itself
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I regard it as the world itself.
Evolution cannot avoid bringing intelligent life ultimately to an awareness of one thing above all else and that one thing is futility.
Cormac McCarthy’s play (which some people believe reads more like a novel) has been called “a poem in celebration of death”. I have yet to put my hands on anything by McCarthy that is nothing short of amazing, and The Sunset Limited is no exception.
However, I don’t find this play to be such an awesome literary experience as compared to Blood Meridian, for example, and that’s quite obvious since this is a play. Here is no Cormac painting pictures in your mind, here is none of that superb prose you’re used to, but here are these two men talking about the meaning and the meaninglessness of life, death, God, faith and other fairly intangible ideas, and that’s about it.
I didn’t know about this play until I found out about the movie adaptation. Starring Tommy Lee Jones as White and Samuel L. Jackson as Black, this is one tough battle for the human soul. In a way, these two dudes represent two extremes, and also, to be honest, two stereotypes. At least that’s what I make out of it. The black man being an ex-prisoner, a murderer, who found God in jail, and the white man being a professor and an atheist. That’s pretty stereotype, isn’t it? So, at times, the dialogue gets pathetic.
Black relies entirely on his faith in the Bible and White believes in Culture. Or believed, rather. Because apparently, White just tried to commit suicide. He has lost his faith in Culture and the human condition: “The things I believe in don’t exist anymore”. White has awoken to the real world around him, and the real world is evil. Interpreting the play in this way, I find it superb. It’s pretty much what I’ve been trying to say all along. Thus, I can cope with some parts being rather simple-minded.
Well. That would be the final nightmare. Kafka on wheels.
This is Cormac McCarthy without the surrounding mythos and tension and atmosphere. Also, he has left the territories he knows best: man in nature, the nature of the beast, the nature of man. A lot of true critics say he’s not working as well without the atmosphere and stuff, but I say fuck that shit… Sure, I’m a fanboy, and highly biased, but I think my mind is clear enough to say that this is some pretty good dope for the soul. The subjects he’s dealing with are pretty much the same as always, although in a more accepted way, so to speak. I think this dialogue speaks to more people than Blood Meridian, for example. The Sunset Limited is straight to the point, while Blood Meridian is almost occult and obscure in perspective.
As for the movie VS the play, I’d say I enjoyed the movie more (despite the bad editing). Maybe because I’m not used to reading plays and all, and I really like the acting of Tommy Lee Jones and Samuel Jackson.
As always, you decide.
There’s a church I might enter.
>My work is not yet done / Stand for Mr. H.P. Lovecraft
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I don’t know why you keep returning to this blog since I rarely update anylonger, but about 150 unique visits a day must mean something. Are you morbid?
I will try to awaken this site for real, but the time is not yet right. Hopefully I’ll be able to write at least a couple of articles every month if all goes as planned, but don’t expect that to happen in a near future, though. Everyday life tends to get in the way of everyday hate…
On December 5 2006 I wrote this in my very first post:
”You may come to hate me for what I write because it may challenge your mind and what you believe is true”.
Sounds like something out of the X-Files, but truth is, I’ve received quite a lot of strange anonymous e-mails from hateful sionist weaklings over the years. None of them ever cared for an open debate. That’s how they uphold their lies, by lurking in the shadows. Facts can never be anti-Semitic.
Anyway, just wanted to post this to let all you freaks who keep returning to this hollow shell know that my work here is not yet done.
I’m coming back. I will return. And I’ll possess your body and I’ll make you burn.
Now Lovecraft.
‘Those who love life do not read. Nor do they go to the movies, actually. No matter what might be said, access to the artistic universe is more or less entirely the preserve of those who are a little fed up with the world.’
Time and time again I praise this magnificent essay, Against the World, Against Life, written by Michel Houellebecq. However, it seems like it’s hard to get a hold of the Swedish translation. The essay is too good not to be read, so in order for you to worship I’ll at least give you the English copy in all its PDF glory. Enjoy!
Download here.
By the way, one possible anagram for ”The meaning of life” is ”The fine game of nil”.